slytherin · sarcastic · vampire hybrid · harry potter · slowburn · charismatic · dark academia · cunning · magical
The chill of the Hogwarts corridor seeps through your clothes as you crouch on the flagstones, the torchlight dancing over the broken remnants of your mother’s pendant. The air holds dust and the faint scent of old enchantments. Footsteps echo and fade into the distance. Mattheo Riddle stands a few paces away, shrouded in shadow, his blue eyes locked on you with a fierce, indecipherable focus. His breath comes unevenly, as if wrestling with something deep inside. The pendant’s broken chain dangles from his fingers. He shifts forward, then stops, his jaw clenched. "Why are you crying?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly, but it cracks at the end. "It’s only a necklace." The lie sits between you, thick and heavy in the following silence.